I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Ji Tian's figure flashed repeatedly under the night sky of the Northern Territory, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, covering one after another the factories and strongholds of the Order of Light in the Northern Territory that he had learned from the other apostles.

In one stronghold after another of the Light Order, the believers had already gone to sleep peacefully according to the doctrine, leaving only the workers who had not yet been incorporated into the order to work in the factories.

There was no trace of the cursed apostle.

He is not in the North.

Ji Tian closed his eyes and expanded the search range of his divine sense once again, not even letting go of the magical fluctuations deep underground.

Still not.

Ji Tian opened his eyes, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "You ran pretty fast."

The "cursed apostle" who boasted in my memory that "we'll settle this in two months" probably already packed his bags the moment he uttered those words.

Not only that, he also erased his traces from the cult, making it difficult to deduce the other party's location using divination or prophecy.

The "Cursed Apostle" was all talk and no action, but he was incredibly fast at disappearing without a trace. He didn't even dare to use his most proficient curse technique on Ji Tian, ​​preventing Ji Tian from finding him by following the curse.

Ji Tian did not continue the search.

Given the nature of the Order's apostles, the "Cursed Apostles" have most likely already left their strongholds in the North or the capital.

Since the "Cursed Apostle" didn't take the fragment of the "Book of Seven Pages" hidden in the safe while adding memories to the "Apostle of Light," it means he didn't have much desire for the "Book of Seven Pages," or perhaps there was a bigger conspiracy brewing in the capital that needed two months to settle down.

Forget it.

Since things have come to this, let's go back first.

Ji Tian turned around, used a minor teleportation technique to arrive at the outskirts of the capital, and then flew towards the Viscount's mansion.

……

Night had fallen, and only the dim light of the wall lamps remained in the corridors of the Viscount's mansion.

Ji Tian silently stepped in through the side door, his boots making no sound as they trod on the thick carpet.

His white robes shone like a flowing moonlight in the darkness; the concealment technique had long since been removed.

As Ji Tian walked up the stairs and turned the corner, he paused slightly.

Warm yellow light shone through the crack in Elena's room door in the hallway.

It's past midnight, and she still hasn't turned off the lights.

Ji Tian never used his divine sense to pry into the privacy of those close to him, but the five senses of a Nascent Soul cultivator are incredibly powerful. Just by listening, he knew there was no sound of turning pages or footsteps inside, only soft breathing.

Elena is asleep; she's probably waiting for him.

Ji Tian hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed open the half-closed door.

The magic lamp was still lit, and Elena was leaning against the soft chair by the window, her long, light golden hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, with a few strands slipping off the back of the chair, gleaming softly in the lamplight.

She was wearing a moon-white nightgown, the hem of which was piled up at her ankles, revealing a section of her fair calves. She was barefoot, her soft toes slightly curled on the carpet.

Her head was tilted to one side, her eyelashes drooped, and her breathing was long and even.

The nightgown on her chest rose and fell with her breath, outlining the girl's youthful yet already well-defined curves.

Lilith's whole life belongs to...

Her lips were slightly parted, a natural light pink without any makeup. Her lower lip was slightly fuller than her upper lip, and she would occasionally purse it in her sleep.

Ji Tian stood at the door for a moment, his gaze shifting from her face to the table.

A book lay open on the table, half-read, with a cup of cooled flower tea pressed against the edge of the pages, and a small dish of unfinished biscuits with crumbs scattered around the edge.

She waited here for a long time.

Ji Tian walked over, bent down to close the book, placed it on the bedside table, and gently lifted her from the soft chair.

Elena's body was lighter than he had imagined. Her head rested naturally against his chest, and the neckline of her nightgown slipped slightly with the movement, revealing a delicate collarbone and a small patch of snow-white skin.

There was a very faint mole below her collarbone, usually hidden by her collar, but now it was faintly visible under the light.

Ji Tian was a gentleman, and he wouldn't do anything like controlling the big picture before the other person became his Daoist partner. He didn't look at her much, gently placed her on the bed, propped her up with a fluffy pillow, and pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders.

He straightened up, ready to leave.

A finger suddenly hooked onto his sleeve.

Ji Tian lowered his head.

Her voice was soft and husky, with the languid quality of someone just waking up, "You're back?"

"Um."

"What time is it?"

"It's very late."

She seemed to want to say something, but her eyelids drooped again, though her fingers didn't loosen.

Her fingertips lightly brushed against his sleeve, as if to confirm that he was really there.

"...Don't go." Her voice was muffled, like a dream, and her fingers tightened. "Just sit for a while."

Ji Tian sat down on the edge of the bed.

He didn't speak, but just sat there quietly, letting her hold his sleeve.

Elena's breathing became long and even again, and her body curled up slightly under the covers, like a cat that had found its nest.

With her knees bent, the blanket was pushed up into a soft arc.

The hem of his nightgown had somehow brushed up to his waist, revealing a section of his fair thigh and the edge of his light pink pajama bottoms—he reached out and pulled the blanket down to cover the accidentally exposed glimpse of his thigh.

Unaware of anything amiss, she simply buried her face in the pillow, rubbed against it, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Ji Tian sat for a while longer, making sure she was really asleep, before gently pulling his sleeve away from between her fingers.

Her fingers paused in mid-air for a moment, then slowly curled back into the blanket.

Ji Tian turned off the magic crystal lamp and turned to leave.

The door closed gently behind me, making a barely audible "click".

……

The next morning, Elena woke up to find herself in bed.

She didn't remember when she moved from the chair to the bed, nor did she remember when she covered herself with the blanket.

I only remember seeing Ji Tian in a daze last night, remembering the warmth from my knees when he sat on the edge of the bed, and remembering the gentle tug when he pulled his sleeve away.

She buried her face in the pillow and rubbed it against it.

There seemed to be a faint scent on the pillow, a scent that didn't belong to her.

"Idiot," she muttered, then sat up, pulled up her slipped bra strap, and went to wash up with her ears burning red.